Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1867 by Ticknor andFields, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District ofMassachusetts.
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THE GUARDIAN ANGEL.
HOSPITAL MEMORIES
DIRGE FOR A SAILOR.
UP THE EDISTO.
POOR RICHARD.
THE GROWTH, LIMITATIONS, AND TOLERATION OF SHAKESPEARE'S GENIUS.
LONGFELLOW'S TRANSLATION OF DANTE'S DIVINA COMMEDIA.
THE OLD STORY.
A WEEK'S RIDING.
THE LITTLE LAND OF APPENZELL.
THE LOST GENIUS.
CINCINNATI.
A LILIPUT PROVINCE.
REVIEWS AND LITERARY NOTICES.
Mr. Clement Lindsay returned to the city and his usual labors in a stateof strange mental agitation. He had received an impression for which hewas unprepared. He had seen for the second time a young girl whom, forthe peace of his own mind, and for the happiness of others, he shouldnever again have looked upon until Time had taught their young heartsthe lesson which all hearts must learn, sooner or later.
What shall the unfortunate person do who has met with one of thosedisappointments, or been betrayed into one of those positions, which doviolence to all the tenderest feelings, blighting the happiness ofyouth, and the prospects of after years?
If the person is a young man, he has various resources. He can take tothe philosophic meerschaum, and nicotize himself at brief intervals intoa kind of buzzing and blurry insensibility, until he begins to "color"at last like the bowl of his own pipe, and even his mind gets thetobacco flavor. Or he can have recourse to the more suggestivestimulants, which will dress his future up for him in shiningpossibilities that glitter like Masonic regalia, until the morning lightand the waking headache reveal his illusion. Some kind of spiritualanæsthetic he must have, if he holds his grief fast tied to hisheart-strings. But as grief must be fed with thought, or starve todeath, it is the best plan to keep the mind so busy in other ways thatit has no time to attend to the wants of that ravening passion. To sitdown and passively endure it, is apt to end in putting all the mentalmachinery into disorder.
Clement Lindsay had thought that his battle of life was already fought,and that he had conquered. He believed that he had subdued himselfcompletely, and that he was ready, without betraying a shadow ofdisappointment, to take the insufficient nature which destiny hadassigned him in his